The Gypsy (Go Home Girl) lyrics

by Gaelic Storm

Lyrics start at 0:59

You say that you're in love with me, listen to what I say.
You're too young to come with me, I must be on me way.
And stop your silly crying now, how can I make you see
That I'm a gypsy rover, love, and you'll not come with me.

Go home, girl, go home
Go home

And I met you at the market, when your mum was not with you
You like me long brown ringlets and my handkerchief of blue
And although I'm very fond of you, you asked me home for tea
But I'm a gypsy rover, love, and you'll not come with me.

Go home, girl, go home
Go home

And your brother is a peeller, and would lock me up in the jail
If he knew I was a poacher and I hunt your lord's best quail
Well your daddy is a gentle man, your mammy just as grand
But I'm a gypsy rover, love and I'll not be your man

Go home, girl, go home
Go home

[Instrumental]

Now the hour's drawing on my love, your mum's expecting thee
Don't tell her that you met me here, or I'm a gypsy free
And let's get off me jacket now, your love will have to wait
For I am twenty-two years old, and you, you're only eight

Go home, girl, go home
Go home

Go home, girl, go home
Go home

Song Details

Writer unknown: Traditional song - originally called The Gypsy - also titled Go Home Girl.

Brief: The song is about a little girl who meets a gypsy rover at the market one day. Throughout the song the little girl seems to be besotted by the young rover and he is constantly thwarting her advances and tells her that although he is very fond of her, her love will have to wait as he is 22 and she is only 8.